The warm sun shines quietly in the lush blue sky, and the graceful posture of the black swallows sweeps low.

The gentle spring breeze with the scent of delicate flowers and rich perfumes blows, and a few shimmers of light slanted horizontally through the sparse shadows of smoky weeping willows and green poplars, refracting mottled and messy clear light and broken shadows on the ground.

A bewitching woman with a face like a peach and a plum stands outside the store, and her slightly slanted beautiful eyes flow with charm and intoxication. The slender and plump figure is delicately wrapped in a delicate and gorgeous burgundy dress, and the enchanting curves on the chest fluctuate with the breathing, charming and enchanting to the extreme.

"Who do you say I am, Miss Yung." The bewitching woman crossed her arms around her chest, and her eyes were cold at the face standing in the store. She stepped on ten centimeters of high heels, and slowly walked up the steps with a charming and slender posture, and walked into the exquisite and atmospheric clothing store.

Seeing the situation, Rong Yan involuntarily took a step back, and the delicate and beautiful eyes depicted stared at the woman's face: "No wonder I look at you so familiarly, you are the mistress that my father raised outside, right?" You shameless slut! ”

She gritted her teeth and glared at the woman's bewitching face, the sarcastic smile on the other party's lips deeply pierced her eyes, and under the resentment, she raised her arm without thinking about it and was about to slap the other party hard.

"What, Miss Rong wants to teach me a lesson herself?" The bewitching woman grabbed the girl's arm quickly, and the smile soaked in her lips became more and more flamboyant.

She tightly held the arm that almost threw her face on her cheek, and her light makeup revealed a beautiful and charming style: "I'm really scared, so scared." ”

The bewitching woman said step by step, word by word, but her eyes gradually stared at Rong Yanyan's panicked expression: "Miss Rong, I came today to inform you of something, which is a good thing for the Rong family, and even for your father. ”

The light yellow chiffon skirt was messy and lingering in the crook of the girl's legs, and the long light brown curls followed the disorganized pace of the face, and the wisps of stickiness were sticky on the sweaty neck and shoulders: "Good thing, what good can you have?" You shameless vixen! I tell you, you are not welcome in the Rong family, and my mother and I are not welcome in you, so if you know each other, get out of my father's side as soon as possible! ”

The white and slender jade fingers half covered and half covered the charming red lips, and the bewitching woman raised her other hand without hurrying, and the slender jade fingers gently brushed the lip flap smeared with orange lip gloss, and her already charming and gorgeous face became more and more seductive.

Her graceful posture twisted her slender waist, and her high heels struck a crisp sound on the smooth and mirror-like ground: "Oh, Miss Rong is annoyed and angry?" Or are you angry about your bitter, old and decrepit mother?

Hearing this, Rong Yan gritted her teeth and stared at the woman's bewitching and charming eyebrows, and even the long curly hair that was messily wrapped around the crook of her arm hurt her sideburns, she didn't notice it: "You shut up for me, slut!" Whose mother do you say is bitter and old? You shameless fox, vixen! Slut! ”

The bewitching woman covered her lips and chuckled, and there was a charming charm flowing around her lower eyes: "How do you know that the Rong family does not welcome me, let me tell you, as long as I want, I can step into the door of the Rong family in a dignified manner anytime and anywhere." ”

The ten-centimeter high heels were stepped on gracefully by the woman, and the eyes were full of gorgeous and charming colors. Zhu lips opened slightly, she leaned over slightly to stare at Rong Yanyan's resentful and unwilling gaze, and said clearly word by word: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell Miss Rong that I am pregnant." ”

The woman with light makeup but bright complexion covered her lips and smiled softly, and her delicate and enthusiastic wavy long curls perfectly set off her charming and bewitching demeanor: "It's your father's child." She leaned her head close to Rong Yanyan's ear, and said slowly in a charming voice: "The doctor said, this is a male fetus, which is good news for the head of the Rong family, who only has Miss Rong and your daughter, isn't it?" ”

The ruby necklace that adorns the woman's collarbone glistens in the light, flowing with a blood-like crimson hue.

The long wavy curly hair of ink is softly scattered in front of the bewitching woman, and the rich and charming color that is already better than the thick peach and plum is set off by the delicate long hair, which is more and more bright and charming, and it is breathtaking.

"No, it's not true, you must be talking nonsense!" Rong Yan shook her head in disbelief, and after a few steps of her thin figure staggered weakly in front of the bewitching woman, she suddenly froze her scattered and godless gaze, and stared fiercely at the other party's delicate face.

She bit her red lip tightly, her anger burned, her face resolutely revealed a kind of courage to break the boat, and she slapped the other party without hesitation after raising her arms high.

The fierce palm wind swept diagonally across the woman's gorgeous and peerless cheeks, and the crisp slap sound did not sound as expected by Rong Yanyan, but she herself fell to the cold and hard ground with an unstable body after her action failed.

Before the face could recover from the embarrassment, the bewitching woman hooked her lips with orange lipstick, leaned over gracefully with a cold and sarcastic smile, and raised her arms to hit the girl's beautiful face.

"You dare!" Rong Yan subconsciously closed his eyes, but his mouth was still screaming with bitter anger.

"Of course the slave family doesn't dare, look at it scares you." The bewitching woman suddenly changed into a subtle and gentle tone, and her pitiful appearance and beautiful and natural complexion complemented each other, so that many men accompanying the female dependents in the store couldn't help but look stunned, and everywhere their eyes touched was the woman's plump and charming appearance.

Before the words fell, before Rong Yanyan could breathe a sigh of relief, a terrible scream suddenly sounded: "Ah, it hurts! Her face was distorted and she stared at her right hand, and a delicate and high-end silver high heel was mercilessly pressed on the back of the girl's soft and delicate hand.

"Does it hurt?" The bewitching woman raised her beautiful long eyebrows slightly, and her long ink-colored curly hair hung down thickly on her plump chest: "When I was weak and powerless, and I was bullied by others, your mother, Mrs. --- Rong, also stepped on my hand mercilessly like now, and crushed and trampled back and forth. ”

At this point, the silver high heels pressed against the back of Rong Yanyan's hand crushed the delicate skin, leaving a dazzling bruise.